Ceilings Crack lyrics

Artist  : Cursive 
Song : Ceilings Crack



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 Passed out in your yard 

My clothes were
soaking in the morning rain 

My head's just a
bruise, like walking in a coma 

Like a
battered drone 

All my limbs are numb




I've been driving past your house


Been pounding at your door 

I know I'm
just a peon to you 

But I deserve more


Than arrogance 

Condolences 

My
hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered
over your lawn 

And the morning dew... kissed
them 



Drunk on Bastille Day 

Throwing
pennies at the broken birds 

Scribbling plans
on napkins 

A sketch of broken angel wings
under your bed 

My bandages




Stumbled over to your house 

I'll
sneak in the back door 

I know I've been an
asshole to you, but that was before 

The
argument, the accident 

Well, I've heard it's
just a matter of time before the hour is spent


And my hour is spent 

I can't afford it
this time 

I can't afford this time 

I
can't afford this time 

I can't afford it...




The hour has come for retribution


I'm storming the walls down 

I'm
storming the walls down 

The hour has come
for retribution 

I'm storming the walls down


I'm storming the walls down 

Before this
night's done, the wounds will be gone 

I'm
storming the walls down 

I'm storming the
walls down 



The Dirt of the
Vineyard

Less talk, more dancing 

If we
could push off the sick conversation one more
night 

I surely would 

My shoes have
gathered the dust of the vineyard 

Have I
soiled your gown? 

There's soil on your gown,
like sangria 

Cleanses the heart 

Our
clogged hearts are choking on the grime 

As
the big band waltzes on 

Your stranded eyes
whisper... 



"The dirt is out. 

 I
can smell her on your velvet hands." 

The
dirt is out -- 

 are we stuck in the motions
again? 



Oh, but was it sweet 

In the
vineyard 

Sangria, won't you bless 

The
starving lips 

Such virgin lips 

Would
choke on all this grime 

I've found some dirt
under my nails 

I'll scratch and bite until...




The dirt is out 

 but sangria burns
under my skin 

The dirt is out -- 

 I
thought I'd never wash these hands again




Under my skin....